Well, here we are again,
Back in our favourite hotel
Here on the Isle of Wight.
As we walk round the place
We are greeted,
Greeted by the staff,
The staff that know us
As we know them.
Such a wonderful place,
The place we call our second home.
We look out from our room
And see the sea
Stretching out before us.
The sea is rough at the moment
But its beauty is there.
The glory of the white caps
Sweeping up on the shore,
Further out the rolling waves
Travelling from places,
Places we have never been.
Such a wonderful time will be had,
As we love in our second home.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2023 01:10
- Comment from author about the poem: We are on holiday in the Isle of Wight this week so I may be inconsistent on the site.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Happy holidays dear Andy and Mary. ❤️ ❤️
Thank you Teddy, we are thoroughly enjoying it.
Andy
You might meet that prisoner there that I write to, if he gets parole soon. Depends - if not, it's another year or so before he is released.
Could ya pop into HMP while you're there and give him my good wishes?
Already been in to see him and apparently he cannot stop laughing about you and KP. LOL
Andy
Doh! heehee.
Enjoy!!! 🍻 👏
We are LIZ, thank you.
Andy
A cocoon amid untamed beauty! - I love the vivid picture it paints for me.
Most kind Garth, thank you,
Andy
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